Tilt - Partial Birth lyrics

Shaken baby s**ing on the festive decoration Turning patrotic colors to a purple stain Dribbling down his belly He's the hope of generations The measure of the damage We have yet to acertain Mammoth head of paraffin Of malleable nature Pounded with the platitudes Admissable for use Pitiful and blundering A mortifying creature His neck to too weak to support The partial birth of truth Misbegotten inconsolable The fitting end result Of his breed Misbegotten inconsolable A product of stupidity And greed Watch his as his dim eye Roll back into his head See him struggling in His own filth to stand Irretrievable and overfed He reaches out With his desperate little hands